She handed her ticket to the bored high schooler. He didn’t really want to be there. A fair’s a fair, said his eyes. And too many enthusiastic, sugar crazed individuals were making his life miserable. But at least it was a paycheck, even if it was tedious work.
She ignored his rude cynicism and bounced into the House of Mirrors, dragging her man behind her. They giggled and teased, making their way through the maze. Quite successfully, too. I was impressed. But then a ker-thump and a groan … the little boy in front of them had run into the glass. Once they found out the chap was alright, they laughed so hard even the jaded employee had to smirk at their fun.
Just another night at the Dixie Classic Fair.